Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 485: Showdown

The Knights of Stormwind Kingdom rushed into the battlefield, and hundreds of orcs were trampled to death by the iron hooves of the horses because they could not dodge in time. Those who managed to dodge were hit by the swords and hammers of the Knights. This team of knights was not large in number, only about a thousand people, but their appearance accelerated the collapse of the Horde's front line.

In this life, due to the addition of Du, the direct confrontation between Lothar and Orgrim was cut off.

So, this was the first time the two sides met in the true sense.

This is not important. From a mysterious perspective, it was the great sixth sense that allowed each other to sense each other.

From a common perspective, this is a question of aura.

Both sides are very conspicuous and high-profile figures.

Lothar himself was a giant among humans, and his strong physique, which was no less than that of an ordinary orc warrior, meant that he could not ride those weak horses. When he became the commander-in-chief of the Alliance, Terenas gave him a batch of giant horse kings to please him.

This huge warhorse named Light of Lordaeron has a back that is nearly two meters tall, its legs are as thick as an elephant's, and it weighs more than a ton. It needs to eat at least four times the amount of feed as an ordinary horse for one meal.

Matching its huge size is its amazing endurance and explosive power. Even with a load of 800 kilograms, it can still run at nearly 90% of its speed for more than one kilometer.

Naturally, it is equipped with the most sophisticated horse armor.

And Lothar, wearing a shining silver armor, sitting on it, naturally stood out. With his physique, if you stood far away and looked at him, people would believe it even if you said that the person riding on it was an orc warrior.

Holding a larger Stormwind shield and the greatsword Quel'Zalamu that radiates brilliant golden light, anyone who looks at him would think that Anduin Lothar is a god of war who has descended to the mortal world.

Orgrim is not bad either.

Surrounded by a group of ogres who were madly attacking the Alliance, the burly Orgrim was wielding a black hammer that was emitting flames from time to time. The long tassels swung left and right as he swung the huge black hammer in his hand, and with every blow, the body of at least one Alliance soldier was smashed to pieces, including the armor. The broken limbs and flesh were all ignited by the flames as they splashed, turning into small fireballs that fell on the charred land.

Unlike the rough and casual steps of ordinary orc warriors, this strongman moved quickly and carefully. Even though he was wearing a huge and heavy black plate armor, it did not affect his agility at all. This plate armor was also not ordinary. Even if it was hit by a sharp javelin, the hard armor could still easily bounce the javelin away.

"Orgrim Doomhammer!"

"Anduin Lothar!"

Even though they were a hundred meters apart, the two still recognized each other from afar and called out each other's names.

They smiled knowingly at the same time. The other party was the leader of the Alliance (Horde), and the person they had always hoped to find. If they could defeat him, the morale of the Alliance (Horde) would definitely collapse.

That's right, the opponent is the heaviest weight on the scale of victory!

"Get out of my way!" Orgrim casually swung the black hammer that looked extremely heavy to humans and easily knocked away the upper body of a human soldier who was blocking his way.

Ignoring the still twitching half-corpse, Orgrim kicked an orc warrior who was blocking the way in the butt, kicking the cursing guy away.

Anduin saw the carnage caused by Orgrim and resolutely kicked his horse and charged into the battle.

A two-headed ogre spotted Anduin and smashed down with his huge club raised high. Under the violent force, the club, which was much thicker than an adult's thigh, made a sharp whistling sound as it flew through the air.

Anduin didn't even use his shield or change the direction of his beloved horse. The huge broadsword flashed suddenly and chopped off the ogre's two heads and entire shoulders.

Like a knife cutting through butter, Anduin led the Knights of Stormwind to advance at high speed. He brandished the shining sword and cleared away all obstacles along the way like a raging wave.

From beginning to end, the Alliance's supreme commander kept his eyes firmly fixed on the orc chieftain.

"Come!" Orgrim's proud roar almost broke through the sky.

His eyes never left Anduin, even though fierce fighting was raging around him. However, any Alliance soldier who attempted to approach him was either killed by Rexxar and other guards with the most violent momentum, or entangled by the rest of the orcs. Occasionally, one or two warriors rushed to Orgrim, but after the black giant hammer flashed by, there was nothing else.

Anduin's high-speed charging warhorse was a very big trouble. Orgrim still remembered how the hateful twelve paladins rushed past him and turned the Horde's formation upside down.

Orgrim decided to solve the problem immediately. Facing Anduin's high-speed charge on horseback, he swung his hammer in an undulating and flowing arc in the air.

How could a hammer be so light?

Anduin was indeed stunned for a moment.

Orgrim really did it, making it look like lightness, wielding the Doomhammer, which was estimated to weigh more than 200 kilograms, as nimbly as an embroidery needle.

The next moment, the huge hammer accelerated at full speed and hit the horse's head. It was almost foreseeable that in a second, the horse's head would be hit by the terrible hammer, blood would flow from its shattered skull, and then this famous Lordaeron horse would die with limbs twitching.

An amazing thing happened again - this extremely intelligent warhorse suddenly raised its head and dodged the fatal blow by a hair's breadth. Then, the galloping warhorse suddenly braked with its back legs, stood up its front legs, and kicked Orgrim's chest with its hoof at lightning speed.

"Wow--" Orgrim was kicked unexpectedly and fell backwards.

Anduin seized this golden opportunity, and Quel'Zaram struck down like lightning. In the next moment, the Warchief of the Horde, Orgrim, was about to die at the hands of Anduin, the god of war of the Alliance. In a flash, Rexxar arrived.

Two blood-stained battle axes struck out two bolts of lightning in the void, one striking at Anduin's right abdomen, and the other striking at his chest.

"Hmph!" The muscles in Anduin's right arm wrapped in armor suddenly swelled further. In this critical moment, the Quel'Zalamu that had already been cut down showed a fluctuation that seemed shouldn't have appeared.

"Ding! Ding!" With two sounds, Rexxar's double axes were instantly cut into four pieces by the divine sword Quel'Zaram.

Impossible!

Rexxar suffered a great loss.

If the person facing Anduin at this moment was Grom Hellscream, who had fought many battles in Silverpine Forest, he would definitely not be so arrogant.

Only truly high-level epic weapons can barely avoid being cut in half by Quel'Zalaam's sword, so Gorehowl is just passing.

Unfortunately, there is no if. Even Grom himself was hiding deep in the dense forests of Tirisfal Glades. Not only the Horde couldn't find him, even the Alliance couldn't find him.

No one had informed the eastern tribe of how powerful Anduin was. And when the Horde fought Stormwind during the first Dark Gate War, coincidentally, no famous chieftain had ever faced Anduin.

Rexxar, who had not received the message, suffered a great loss.

If Rexxar had not straightened his back at the last moment and made a bridge-like movement to dodge backwards, he would have been cut in half no matter how strong he was.

The result of this blow was a shocking wound that was over one meter long and thirty centimeters deep. It ran from Rexxar's left shoulder, across his chest, to his right abdomen. It looked like Rexxar had been ripped open and died.

That was only for ordinary humans or orcs. For Rexxar, who inherited the blood of the ogres and whose chest and abdominal muscles were twice as thick as steak, although the sword was very painful and he would definitely lose his combat power, he would not die.

"Rexxar!" Orgrim roared, and even as he fell backwards, he was still able to mobilize his muscles and hit the horse's left front leg muscles with a backhanded hammer.

The Light of Lordaeron neighed in pain. Anduin immediately realized that the horse was dying. After all, a warhorse is not a griffin, and it does not have such tenacious vitality and strong fighting power. Orgrim did not use his full strength in this hammer, but it was enough to temporarily cripple the warhorse.

Anduin jumped up from the stirrups and dismounted with an extremely gorgeous somersault. The moment he dismounted, he did not forget to pat the horse's butt, meaning to let his beloved horse take care of itself.

The royal knights were engaged in a battle with the ogre guards, and intentionally or unintentionally, only Anduin was left facing Orgrim directly.

The battle around them seemed to have faded from their world. This was a peak showdown reserved for the top leaders of both sides. The two big guys raised their weapons at the same time.

On one side is the Storm Sword Quel'Zaram engraved with golden runes

On the other side is the black giant hammer Doomhammer that was fished out from the lava in the crater.

Then, they collided silently in an instant. They had only one goal - to kill each other and put an end to this mineral war.

This is bound to be a tough battle.

Anduin Lothar was a tall, massive man, his physique barely comparable to that of an orc warrior from a second-rate clan.

Orgrim was bigger, stronger, and younger, and although Lothar was slightly inferior in age and speed, his experience and skills more than made up for it.

Orgrim once did not understand why the former chieftain Blackhand, whose physique and speed were so different, died at the hands of Lothar. Even with Duke's conspiracy, ordinary humans could not survive under such terrifying power and speed.

Now, Orgrim knew.

The first to launch the attack was Orgrim. Whenever he swung his huge hammer, it would be accompanied by a shrill scream. The weak-minded opponents would be stunned by this, and of course the price would be his life.

It was a hammer struck with full force, starting from the forward step, from bottom to top, a force from the earth penetrated Orgrim's muscular and strong thigh muscles, abdominal muscles and pectoral muscles that were stronger than springs, and then his right upper arm that was swollen to the point of almost exploding.

With perfect power, Doomhammer was like a comet falling from the sky, magnifying at an extremely high speed in Lothar's vision.

Lothar did not block. He took a cautious T-step and nimbly dodged to the left and back. The textured hammer head passed by him less than twenty centimeters away, and the flame on the hammer head was just enough to touch the ends of Lothar's long hair.

If you don't hit it, you don't hit it.

Without giving Orgrim the chance to counterattack, Lothar dodged the attack and launched a counterattack like a spring that had been compressed to the extreme and began to rebound. His greatsword followed the direction of the hammer's attack and swept from the side to Orgrim's lower ribs secretly.

This was an absolute blind spot, and Orgrim was indeed using brute force to make the hammer hit back, but unfortunately he was a step too late. Quel'Zalaam easily cut through the black iron plate armor under Orgrim's right armpit, leaving a deep wound on Orgrim's right chest that could be seen to the bone.

If Orgrim's second hammer hadn't come so fast, Lothar might have ended the fight. There was no other way, Lothar rushed forward and passed by Orgrim's right side. Orgrim's counterattack with his hammer hit nothing.

As the two figures were about to separate again, Lothar did not expect that Orgrim would continue to sweep his hammer horizontally to the right. The Hammer of Doom drew a huge semicircle in the air and smashed into his back.

For such a super heavy weapon, blocking with insufficient mana would be a death sentence. As a last resort, Lothar rolled forward in a somewhat awkward manner to avoid the attack from behind.

Lothar quickly stood up, got into position, and faced Orgrim who turned around.

"Huff, huff, huff!" The two had been killing each other before, and each of them had the blood of at least a hundred enemies on their hands, but neither of them had ever made them breathe so heavily like they were now.

"You are hurt." Lothar tried to psychologically attack the other party.

"If you are the kind of fool who is satisfied with just injuring the opponent, you can do it a hundred times and you will still be the one who dies in the end." Orgrim didn't care.

Lothar curled his lips. This time, it was Lothar who launched the attack first. Quel'Zaram, emitting golden light, made an ordinary straight stab.

Unexpectedly, Orgrim used the top of his hammer to push against it.

Even if Lothar was holding Quel'Zalamu, it was definitely not a good idea to use the tip of the sword to hit the opponent's hammer.

However, Lothar knew this, but he still did it because he remembered Duke's nonsensical words: "What if the Horde's chieftain, Orgrim, is a noble-minded person who cares about the entire tribe?"

Who is Duke?

Recognized as the most learned, wisest, and greatest military strategist in the entire alliance, Duke gained a wealth of knowledge from his old friend's collection of books that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Duke's foresight is recognized by everyone. He never does anything meaningless. He does many seemingly insignificant and mindless things, but in the end, they are proven to be perfect foresight and preparation.

There was no way Lothar wouldn't take what Duke said seriously.

So this sword was a test. If something really happened to Quel'Zalaam, Lothar would not hesitate to draw the spare sword at his waist and continue fighting.

The golden sword light and the yellow hammer light collided with each other.

Lothar was slightly startled, but the worst situation he had imagined did not happen. When the sword tip touched the hammer, it did feel a little bad, but it was definitely not broken, it was the inevitable reaction of a sharp weapon against an unreasonable heavy hammer.

Without using full strength in the true sense, there will naturally be room for improvement when changing tactics.

Both of them made moves for the next move. Orgrim's counterattack was to gently lift the hammer head, raising it less than twenty centimeters before slamming the hammer down again. He wanted the hammer to hit Quel'Zalamu's sword.

If Lothar guessed correctly, Orgrim did try to use the inherent disadvantages of the sword as a weapon to destroy the holy sword.

Lothar nimbly took a step to the left and dodged the blow with his greatsword, but Orgrim then flipped the hammer handle and swung the weapon in the opposite direction. The hammer passed under Lothar's chin, causing Lothar to lose balance and step back.

Then, a completely unreasonable hammer followed, but Lothar raised his sword in time and blocked the hammer handle. For a moment, both warriors put all their strength into it, and Doomhammer swung the hammer down again, but was once again pushed aside by Lothar. Both weapons were shaking but did not move.

Then, Lothar twisted his sword and successfully knocked the hammer away. Then, while Doomhammer was retracting his weapon, he leaped forward and slashed at it with his sword...

The battle became fierce.

Five minutes ago, the Twelve Paladins were still charging. At the right moment, Gavinrad noticed the reflective signal on the steam tank in the distance. He immediately shouted, "Look, our commander-in-chief is dueling with the orc chieftain!"

At this time, whether it was Uther, Turalyon or other paladins, they were all fighting with the orcs in front of them. With Gavinrad's shout, almost all the paladins used a violent hammer to split their opponents' heads.

Their attention was focused on the duel between Lothar and a large orc in the middle of the battlefield.

Because Dukla often used him as a thug, more than one person in the Silver Hand had seen Orgrim. They immediately realized the danger.

If Lothar won, it would certainly be a battle worth recording for all eternity.

If Lothar lost, they simply couldn't imagine what would happen to the Alliance without its unified banner.

Perhaps the Alliance will become more united under the pressure of external forces in the future, but everyone knows that because of Lordaeron's small actions, discordant voices have begun to appear in the Alliance. If Lothar, the last descendant of Arathi, is lost at this time, the Alliance will most likely fall into division and internal friction.

Without any slogans, the twelve holy knights immediately turned their horses around and charged towards the center of the battlefield. The heavy hammers, wrapped in holy light, drew golden arcs of light that were more beautiful than sword dances, and all the orcs that were touched by the arcs of light were easily killed.

If someone were to look down from above the battlefield at this moment, they would have discovered that there were more than just the twelve holy knights. Including the tank troops that launched the blitzkrieg, there were also two other groups of orcs, a total of four groups of people, all trying frantically to fight their way out and get to the two leaders.

At this time, the two leaders clashed again, wielding hammers and greatswords.

The fierce battle caused both of them to lose strength rapidly, and both of them were obviously not as flexible as they were at the beginning. Unable to dodge, Lothar was forced to block Orgrim's full-strength attack with his lion-head emblem shield. This fierce attack almost made him kneel down. The sound of the epic shield cracking was so crisp that Lothar's entire left arm lost consciousness for a while.

But Lothar did not suffer any loss. His sword also cut a deep gash on the chieftain's breastplate. The huge wound, which was more than five centimeters deep, caused blood to gush out. Even the black background could not conceal the bright red.

Orgrim staggered back, his lips twisted in pain and frustration, and then he yanked the straps on his shoulders with his left hand, pulling off the damaged armor. On the other side, Lothar also took a step forward and took off the shield that had become a rotten door panel and threw it to the ground.

"Pooh!" Lothar spat out a mouthful of saliva.

Even more horrifyingly, Orgrim used the high temperature emitted by the Doomhammer as a branding iron to singe the wound on his chest and stop the blood from gushing out.

Then, both of them shouted and started fighting again.

Without his armor, Orgrim moved faster, and Lothar's two-handed sword made the greatsword's destructive power even more amazing.

After a lightning-fast exchange of blows, both of them were hit hard at the same time. A deep cut was made on Orgrim's abdomen, and even a small piece of intestine could be seen.

Lothar's left arm was also hit hard by the hammer. His body was shaking. He didn't even need to pay attention to the severe pain in his left arm. Just by looking at the abnormally bent arm, he knew that his arm had at least five fractures. Not only his left arm, but also his shoulder felt a heart-wrenching pain. Perhaps his left shoulder was also a little broken.

Both men staggered to their feet, ready to launch a third attack.

Orgrim raised his warhammer high with both hands, and with all his strength he leaped over it and smashed it towards Lothar's head from a distance of nearly five meters.

The cunning Orgrim showed Lothar his amazing jumping ability for the first time. Before that, he had always given Lothar the illusion that he was tall and strong but slow. Obviously, he succeeded. The warrior skill used at this time had the meaning of a decisive kill.

At this moment, an unexpected event occurred that Lothar had never expected. Rexxar, who was lying on the ground not far away and was seriously injured, suddenly reached out and grabbed Lothar's left foot. The feeling of being restrained like shackles made Lothar lose all possibility of dodging.

Lothar instinctively raised Quel'Zalamu to block the sneak attack and concentrated all his strength on the blade.

Doomhammer smashed down with a scorching momentum that seemed to be enough to destroy everything in the world! freewebnoveℓ.com

Time seemed to have stood still.

because...

——The sword shattered!

When the fragments of this extremely sharp and hard legendary sword that accompanied Lothar in his battles shattered in mid-air, everyone who witnessed this scene was shocked. Turalyon felt that his breathing had stopped, and Orgrim's attack became unimpeded. Doomhammer continued to fall along the arc of death and hit the top of Lothar's helmet heavily!

At the critical moment.

The runes on the armor that Duke specially gave to Lothar suddenly lit up, and an extremely huge metal fist suddenly appeared in front of Lothar's chest, and hit Orgrim's face with a rising dragon fist, knocking Orgrim away.

Almost at the same time, everyone heard an unknown shout.

The sudden change in style stunned everyone around who witnessed the scene.

This...this...what the hell is this?

At the moment the holy sword Quel'Zalam was shattered, Anduin Lothar was mentally prepared to die in battle.

It's not that he didn't hear Duke's warning, but he never expected that Quel'Zalaam would still be fine when not at full strength, but it happened when he was at full strength and had no room for maneuver. This can be said to be a betrayal of him by the sword, or it can be said that he never believed that Orgrim was recognized by the sword as a noble person.

Lothar was not a self-pitying person, and he did not place his resentment on Rexxar who suddenly grabbed his foot. This was a battlefield, not an empty duel field. On the battlefield, it was reasonable to use the few to defeat the many or to use the many to bully the few. To kill the enemy and save your own life in the most chaotic place, you need not only strength, but also luck.

For a second, Lothar thought his luck had run out.

How could he have imagined that the armor Duke gave him would have such a miraculous magical effect?

For most enchanted armors, it is already good to have Arrow Protection. The next level is Intermediate Magic Shield, which can absorb a certain amount of magic elemental damage for the owner.

Although Lothar recognized that the magic came from his armor, he could not recognize what kind of strange magic it was.

To say it is bizarre is not an exaggeration.

The magic fist that appeared out of nowhere near Lothar's chest hit the air like a storm. There was no place to gain leverage and no way to dodge. Orgrim was beaten black and blue by the fist condensed by mysterious magic power.

These punches were not fatal, but every time they landed, Orgrim grimaced. He could only put one hand in front of himself to prevent his fangs from being broken, and the other hand on his open abdomen to prevent the wound from getting bigger.

Finally, what seemed like a continuous flow of punches was actually only ninety-nine and eighty-one. When all the illusory fists hit Orgrim, the fist shadows disappeared in an instant.

And Orgrim had already flown ten meters away.

Orgrim was unwilling to give up. He was not the kind of person who would give up easily and bow to fate. Without stopping at all, after his right leg landed on the ground, he kicked hard on the spot, and the Leap Slash that was powerful enough to split mountains and rocks appeared again.

Even though Lothar had kicked Rexxar away and drawn his spare sword, Orgrim could still see at a glance that the quality of Lothar's spare sword was far inferior to that of Quel'Zalamm.

One hammer!

Just add one more hammer!

I can kill the supreme leader of the alliance on the battlefield with dignity!

The morale of the Alliance will collapse again, those weak human soldiers will turn around and flee crying, and the Horde will be able to turn the tables!

The voice in his heart was so loud that Orgrim completely forgot what was happening in the outside world. All his attention was on Lothar's movements. He saw that Lothar was preparing to take a small jump back. That was meaningless, because when he jumped, he had estimated at least two steps in advance, and it seemed that the trajectory of his jump was the same as before.

If Lothar retreats, then we can just catch up with him.

If Lothar didn't retreat, this would be a fatal blow that would go over Lothar's head and hit the back of his head.

As expected, Lothar fell into the trap and played tricks. As a pure warrior, he was no match for the more thoughtful Orgrim.

After jumping back, he was shocked to find that he was still under the cover of Orgrim's blazing flaming hammer.

If nothing unexpected happened, Lothar would still die.

Looking at the magic runes on Lothar's armor that had dimmed again, Orgrim knew that the armor would not be a problem in the short term. Orgrim showed a winner's smile on his face, but in Lothar's eyes, it was a hideous and cruel smile.

At this moment, Orgrim's concentration was broken.

He looked with a look of terrified eyes at the arrow that was like a meteor from the sky, flying across half of the battlefield and heading straight towards him.

"This is impossible!?" The ferocious smile turned into a scream. Orgrim in mid-air wanted to turn his body to avoid the arrow shot from the left, but he was horrified to find that the green arrow turned a corner in the air and was still shooting towards him.

Orgrim was still unwilling to give up the leaping and slashing move, and swung his left fist vigorously, ready to knock the arrow away at the cost of the back of his left hand becoming a bloody mess.

The next moment, time seemed to stand still.

Because Orgrim discovered to his horror that it was not just one arrow, but three arrows.

Behind the first light green arrow, there was a steel-cone-tipped feather arrow that suddenly emitted lightning, and a swift arrow that was almost hidden in the wind, following on the same trajectory.

Orgrim had nowhere to hide.

At this moment, an orc with a broken arm and a serrated blade as a prosthetic limb rushed out and stood in front of Orgrim - Kargath Bladefist, the chieftain of the Shattered Hand, arrived at the last moment.

Unfortunately, it's useless.

The three arrows seemed to have eyes. They dodged Kagath's block, drew an arc in the wind, and went around.

The third arrow, wrapped in the strong wind, was the first to hit Orgrim, and it hit his left lung violently.

The second thunder arrow made a dull "puff" sound and passed through the socket of Orgrim's right shoulder, completely penetrating his broad body. The thunder power attached to the arrow instantly paralyzed most of Orgrim's body.

The small green arrow that was shot at the beginning turned again and suddenly pierced into his calf.

"Ah!" Orgrim finally couldn't help but let out a scream and fell headfirst to the ground from mid-air.

Orgrim struggled to get up, staggered forward a step, and pressed his left hand hard on his abdomen, which was the biggest wound on his body. Blood gushed out from between his fingers, but he still tried to stand up straight and tried to raise the war hammer high with his right hand again.

He failed.

The damage those three arrows did to him exceeded all the damage Lothar had done to him.

Moreover, the next second, three more arrows hit him. This time, Kargath finally blocked two of them, but the force of one thunder arrow still knocked Orgrim away.

Only then did Lothar look to the left in a daze.

He saw Duke sitting cross-legged on a tank a hundred meters away that was making a deafening roar, surrounded by three extremely beautiful high elf rangers.

With a big smile on his face, Duke waved to Lothar: "Yo!"